Day 8 - The Magic Ingredient.

Still on the topic of Rhonda Byrne's "The Magic".


What a wonderful day. I started reading Rhonda's book on March 8th and one of my first tasks was to list down my wishes, desires, wants, likes, dreams etc. Top of my list on that day was to obtain a Muscle Up. Those nearest and dearest to me know that CrossFit training takes up a huge chunk of my life...hence the desire for that elusive Muscle Up. 


Elusive the past eighteen months until today that is :)


I arrived early at the gym this morning planning on running five x 400m's. So I did my usual warm up and Tom then talked me into trying a muscle up. My coach had me chipping away at skills and drills for Muscle Ups for what feels like forever. The man's a Saint for having so much patience with me.f Thank you Coach Kevin.


Anyway, for some reason all the hard work paid off this morning and voila it happened. Jumping for joy is an understatement. Have a look and see:

But back to today's write-up on the Magic and the importance of being grateful for the "simple things" such as food and drink. The act of giving thanks for that what you are about to consume and as a result, how the Observer Effect comes into the equation.

More on the Observer Effect in the clip below.

Day 7 - The Magical Way out of Negativity.

Still on the topic of Rhonda Byrne's "The Magic".


"Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn't learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn't learn a little, at least we didn't get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn't die; so, let us all be thankful."
~ Gautama Buddha


Hmmm. Today's challenge. Put your thinking cap on, pick one current issue or prickly situation you'd like to resolve, and...look for ten things to be grateful for. 
Yep, you read right. Grab that stylo & paper and pen down 10 things that are not that bad in your chosen situation.


I had a bit of a frustrating day with one miscommunication after the other. The easy option was to get my sorry self home and collapse on the coach with a bowl of ice-cream. Far more enriching though was my decision to rather do this exercise for it certainly turned my negative state around. Even better yet is my renewed sense of seeking for solutions, opportunities and possibilities as opposed to feeling stymied by my perceived limitations.


And all of a sudden the heart opened :)

Day 6 - Works like Magic.

Still on the topic of Rhonda Byrne's "The Magic".


All about feeling deep gratitude for your job, day-job, moonlighting job, odd job - you name it!


I found this chapter particularly interesting from a business owner's perspective. The moment one stops being grateful for business and the energy starts shifting to worries about overheads etc. you risk the possibility of being caught in a downward spiral. Been there, done that :(


I remember many a dreadful evening at my guesthouse in Zanzibar during the period just after 9/11. Tourism dropped by 70% on the island itself and all I could focus on was how BAD business was.


Took me a few weeks to realise the potential in catering to the local populace instead. Sure it was trial and error, but after the first local band played at the restaurant the daily grind seemed worthwhile again. Once my energy levels were high again the tide turned towards revenue instead of loss...profits were in sight again soon enough.


Onwards, upwards. Always!

Day 5 - Magic Money.

Still on the topic of Rhonda Byrne's "The Magic".


"Gratitude is riches. Complaint is poverty."
I couldn't agree more with Christian Hymnal. Even more so in view of the latest global financial crisis. 


Rhonda takes an interesting approach here by asking you to think back to your childhood and all the things you received ...free. Sure, your parents or caretakers paid but essentially you received it free of charge.


Only in counting these blessings does one start to realize just how much there is to be grateful for. I thoroughly enjoyed the few minutes I set aside for this exercise.


Another top tip - and this note I see now whenever I open my wallet now - is a little post-it note on a banknote to remind you of your "riches".
Mine reads: "Thank you for all the money and riches I've been given throughout my Life!"


A simple but potent reminder that all is well :)

High Altitude Radiation and other fun things...

Phew! As in a huge PHEW!
It's been awfully quiet my side and I owe you quite a few posts on the "the Magic".

Been traveling to Denver for a CF Kids course and now that I'm safe and sound in Singapore again it's time to pick up where I left of.

Day 5 on Magic Money coming at you later today :)

Day 4 - Magical Health

Still on the topic of Rhonda Byrne's "The Magic".


Ironic how we only consider our health when we don't feel that great...


How about flipping the coin and actually giving thanks for your health. Just think of it. Your feet and legs take you places, your arms and hands write, dress and caress. The list goes on and on. 
...and don't forget your senses. For one, I'm totally unable to imagine my world without my sense of smell.


Take stock my friend and say Thank you :)

Day 3 - Magical Relationships

Still on the topic of Rhonda Byrne's "The Magic".


All about how your daily interactions with others provide meaning, pleasure and purpose to your life.
Choose three people you'd love to improve your relationship with and get your hands on a pic of them (with you or alone).


Grab your journal and stylo and individually starting with a "Thank you" and their name put it down on paper what you are most grateful for having this person in your life. Repeat this five times for each loved one you chose in your top three.


Also, carry the pics of your three precious peeps with you for the day - just a reminder of the wonderful and close connections you have with your nearest and dearest.


...and feel the LOVE :)

Day 2 - The Magic Rock

Still on the topic of Rhonda Byrne's "The Magic".


Those who have seen "The Secret" will be familiar with Lee Brower's gratitude rock practice. The long and the short of it is that one uses a rock/pebble/stone as a reminder that you have much to feel grateful for. 


Since viewing the Secret a number of years ago I've made it a habit to look out for smooth pebbles during my travels. Thus far, my favourite is a smooth volcanic rock I picked up in Bali, on the gorgeous Tulamben beach after a lovely scuba diving experience. Every time I hold this rock in the palm of my hand I relive that exhilarating moment of emerging from the surf feeling one with Nature and all her splendour.


For this particular practice you'll use your personal magic rock as a reminder at night before you go to bed of the highlight of your day. The best thing that happened today, in other words. 


Give thanks and then drift off to sleep.


Sweet.

Day 1 - Count your Blessings

Still on the topic of Rhonda Byrne's "The Magic".

Day 1 is all about counting your blessings and realizing just how much you have to be grateful for.
Simple, yet effective.

List 10 things/people/even events you are grateful for and why.

Reread your list, really feel the gratitude and slowly something starts unfolding within.
...and so the transformation starts.

The Magic by Rhonda Byrne

"Those who don't believe in magic will never find it."
~ Roald Dahl

Oh wow! A follow-up to "The Secret" and an absolute must read. This book actually takes you from just reading to doing instead and that says a lot.

Once again as with "The Secret" the Magic kicks off with a passage from a holy scripture. This time, the Gospel of Matthew. Without giving too much away, suffice to say the key to leading a full and satisfying life is GRATITUDE. And so the 28 journey starts. 28 Days to learn as many magical practices to turn your life around. Life changing could read as a more rewarding life too - whichever way you choose to view the proverbial glass. Half full, half empty?

I'll be sharing each day's lesson over the next 28 days.
Why?
Because sharing is caring :)

Oh the rage!

Rage

A Poem 

Rage. Rage. Lightning burst and blind. Thunder

rage and crush, crack earth; explosion and crevasse.

Thrash tree, twist and fall; rock like finest china blast.

Rage, wind, rage. Shake foundations, split air and ear.

Bundled staves of forces fling at earth and man.

Crows and ravens flail, plow raging, earthen air,

grow weary, finally quail to quaking ground

for respite from fierce bitterness;

wet-eyed owls abandon swivel-headed dignity

in frantic search of sheltered stump,

deep hole darker than the darker night.

All crouch, cower, beg and fall, bend double

under fear, seek refuge any slightest slit might yield.

He stood and raged – raged! – deafened by blear enfilade,

lightning might throughout the demon-studded night;

raised silvered threat of fist to god, and shook

the centers of the world with outrage and defiance.

He leaped and shouted at the storm, raged at rage,

joined, united with the rage; out-raged the rage

bolt for bolt, when flamed by bolt and turned to ash...

then raged – raged! – in god's hard face,

undeterred, undiminished, unabashed.

Copyright by Don Gray

  

Just how willing are you to fly?

During my Hypnotherapy course we talked a fair bit about allegories for growth and how to bring a potent message across succinctly. Trina Paulus' "Hope for the Flowers" has a powerful message that deeply resonated with me (and still does). A message that the struggles in life are part and parcel of our journey and we should not attempt to shortcut the process. To rather totally submerge oneself in the experience, learn the lesson and emerge renewed/refreshed/rejuvenated.

"One day a small opening appeared in a cocoon. A man sat and watched for the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little opening, then it seemed to stop making progress. It seemed as if it had gotten as far as it could and could get no further.

So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and opened the cocoon. Then the butterfly emerged easily. But its body was withered and tiny. Its wings were shriveled.

The man continued to watch, expecting that at any moment the wings would open, enlarge and expand, and become firm and able to support the butterfly's body.

Neither happened. In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around in a withered body with shriveled wings. It was never able to fly.

What the man, in his kindness, did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and struggle required in order for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening are Nature's Way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings. So it can fly once it has achieved freedom from the cocoon.

How does one become a butterfly?
You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar."

The Sunday Standard, New Delhi - 18 December 2011

Came across this article in a local paper while waiting at the Delhi Airport for our return flight home.

Sharing is caring, so here goes:-

Stories of Wisdom

A teacher and his disciple were walking through the forest. The disciple was disturbed by the realization that his mind was in a constant state of unrest. He asked: "Why are most people's minds restless, and only a few possess a calm mind? What can one do to still the mind?"

The teacher smiled and said: "I will tell you a story. An elephant was plucking leaves from a tree. A small fly came, flying and buzzing near his ear. The elephant waved it away with his long ears. Then the fly came again, and the elephant waved it away once more."

This was repeated several times. Then the elephant asked the fly: "Why are you so restless and noisy? Why can't you stay in peace for a while in one place?"

The fly answered: "I am attracted to whatever I see, hear or smell. My senses pull me constantly in all directions, and I cannot resist them. But how do you stay so calm?"

The elephant answered: "My five senses do not rule my attention. I can direct my attention wherever I want. This helps me to stay immersed in whatever I do, and therefore, my mind is focussed and calm. Now that I'm eating I am immersed in eating. In this way, I can enjoy my food better."

The disciple saw light. "I understand! My mind will be in constant unrest if my five senses control it. If I am able to disregard sense impressions, my mind would become calm, and I will be focussed."

Moral: The mind is restless and goes wherever the attention is. Control your attention, and you control your mind.

~ Adapted from Inspiring Stories by Remez Sasson

The urge for a Walkabout.

My feet have been itchy since I can remember. Nope, nothing like Athlete's foot - think more Wanderlust. Though I'm sure the former might cause one to be restless too.

It was this desire to move that compelled me as a child to trace imaginary journeys with my finger on a tattered map in my "Atlas of the World".  I was happy to "travel" from Dar es Salaam to Zanzibar, Damascus and Jaipur in less than an hour. Less than an hour you may ask? Only on a magic carpet and then you better hold on tight. Did I mention my untamed imagination?

But, I'm digressing again. Point is a few weeks ago in Darwin, Australia I chanced upon this children's book in a gift shop at the breathtaking Katherine Gorge. For those unfamiliar with the Outback - it is in the middle of Nowhere. No Kidding.

The book is a collection of Aboriginal fables as narrated to Naiura by his his grandmother. A very insightful read. I was especially drawn to one particular fable, and it goes like this...

"Sometimes - and as often than not when I least expect it - a sudden urge to be elsewhere overcomes me. This very compelling need to go walkabout seems perfectly natural to me and my people, even if it is difficult to explain to outsiders. Once the mood grips us, we must leave wherever we are and whatever we are doing: we may need to be alone for a while, revisit some old familiar place, or visit particular relatives.
When I go, I let me feet take me where they will. It might be anywhere, though I have no fears, because I know my country well enough to be alert to any danger. I know every creek, every gully and every shimmering hill. There are moments when I feel I know every blade of grass, as absurd as that is.
Sometimes I stray as far as the distant mountains, which seem to pierce the sky. The air is cold up there, sometimes freezing, but the water is crystal clear and very refreshing. It tastes as pure as the winter snows that feed the streams.
The hot, dry air of the deserts is just as clean to me. And when I curl up near the campfire, the vast, star-studded sky reminds me of what freedom means to my people.
I may walk for many days on a walkabout, with no thought of time. I may seem to be doing nothing at all, yet I remain curious about everything I see. Sometimes I spot new things, or things that I had missed the last time I was in the area: a hidden waterhole, perhaps, or a fallen tree that has exposed an animal burrow, or a poisonous plant.
When my clan hunts for game or gathers plant food, each of us shares a single thought: survival. We are many mouths, and food is sometimes hard to find.
So, on walkabouts I visit every waterhole, and follow many tracks, especially recent ones. I take careful stock of creatures I might see, and what their movements are most likely to be.
Then I commit it all to memory, because the next time I pass I am as likely to be hunting as on a walkabout.
Despite the occasional scarcity of food, especially in times of drought, I feel our tribal land is kind to me and my people. We may have gone hungry many times, yet we have prevailed for generations, beyond the most distant living memory. It is a good feeling, and walkabout strengthens that feeling, while ridding our minds of its many worries for a while."

A simple fable to remind us that everything is connected.

Six human needs according to Tony Robbins.

Ever considered what drives YOU as a person? 
How about your lover, your friends, your neighbor - what drives them?


Tony Robbins identified six basic human needs and believes everyone is - or can be - motivated by their desire to fulfill these needs.


1. Certainty/Comfort;
2. Variety;
3. Significance;
4. Connection/Love;
5. Growth;
6. Contribution. 


Do yourself a favor and watch this clip. It just might give you a fresh perspective on Life.

Carrot and stick.

In preparation for my Neurolinguistic Programming course I've slowly been making my way through the requisite reading material while grinding out the odd assignment or two. Fascinating stuff all together. What caught and held my attention (that does not happen often) was an interesting story as told by Gregory Bateson in his book "Steps to the Ecology of Mind".

The author recounts a project where he was involved in studying dolphin communication patterns. As is typical with crowd pleasers the trainer had to teach a dolphin a few tricks in order to pull in and entertain the audience. On day 1 the dolphin would be rewarded with a fish for say, jumping out of the water. The trainer would blow on a whistle before tossing the dolphin its reward. Dolphins are bright so it would not take him long to realise in order to obtain a tasty morsel he would have to jump out of the water. And so he did.

Day 2 would be a different story though. The dolphin would perform one fruitless jump after the other with no reward forthcoming until in pure frustration it rolled over in the water. Immediately the trainer blew on a whistle and tossed the dolphin its fleshy reward. I'm sure you can see where this is going. Said dolphin will catch the drift, roll over again and wait for the fish to be tossed in his direction. And it did. Over a period of 14 days the dolphin quickly learned that he won't be rewarded for yesterday's tricks - only for new ones. Talk about being motivated to think creatively and then act upon it.

Coming back to the subject of carrot and stick. Being an observant chap the author witnessed the trainer  throwing "unearned" fish for the dolphin outside the training context every now and then. Of course he questioned the trainer who answered, 'That is to keep my relationship with him. If I do not have a good relationship, he is not going to bother about learning anything'.

Loving it! Rapport always matters, no matter what the situation is.
Gain it. Maintain it.

Calibration urgently required.

The backdrop for this post is set by the recent riots in England. 
Needless to say, the entire saga really upset me and not even PM Cameron's pledge for "social fightback against Britain's slow-motion moral collapse" could lift my spirits. I'm unable to comprehend how young people can justify their opportunistic (read criminal) raids for mostly hi-tech gadgets and designer gear by blaming the government & authorities for all that is seemingly missing in their lives. As one of the shopkeepers said, none of the youth who ransacked his shop looked hungry... 


Alas, I'm not blogging today to voice outrage as I had the opportunity to calibrate my emotions over the weekend with an inspirational film based on the memoirs of Li Cunxin. "Mao's Last Dancer" portrays Li Cunxin's life journey from a small rural village in China to Madame Mao's dance academy in Beijing and beyond. Far beyond his imagination could ever carry him.


In the film, the various stages of Cunxin's journey as a ballet dancer is beautifully stringed together with Chinese fables such as the Lucky Carp wind chime where legend has it that as the carp swims upstream it has to leap over many obstacles and with with final leap it turns into the Celestial Dragon. The boy's limitations range from not being flexible enough to lack of strength but whatever he lacks in the physical realm he absolutely makes up for in mental toughness as he overcomes his obstacles with gumption. I had to grin at one stage during the screening when Cunxin performed frog leaps up a staircase with sandbags strapped to his legs. My CrossFit coach would have a field day with that move. 


As with all great stories the hero has to make tough decisions and be prepared to deal with the consequences. After years of dedicated training Cunxin is spotted by the Director of an American Ballet Company. It is during this exchange program in Houston, Texas that Cunxin has to make the tough decision to either return to China or remain in the States and risk not seeing his family ever again. I won't ruin the end of the movie so make a plan and get your hands on the DVD. Watch the trailer if you need any further "nudging".


Back to my point, here is a person faced with real adversity who managed to exceed all expectations, even his own. He was concerned with hardcore issues like his legacy, his future NOT the latest mobile gadget or designer jeans. I'd much rather walk Cunxin's way than the English rioters'. 


Calibration complete.

Cozying up to Greatness.

Don't go through life, grow through life. 
~ Eric Butterworth

Yet another day where I realise how blessed I am for having so many inspirational people sharing in my life.

• i-MM travelling the world and forever sharing enriching reads and wise snippets.
• A relentless CF coach Kevin Lim, who expects nothing but excellence. 
• My BFF who makes me laugh out loud - hysterically at times.
• Gorgeous Nic and sassy Janine. Gutsy lasses proving everyday that it is indeed possible to follow your dreams (and still make a comfortable living).
• My editor, Sharon who put in long hours on my manuscript and provided me with much-needed guidance in the confusing world of publishing. 
• My lover T, for his patience (Trust me, with me around he requires busloads).
• Galpals Heloise, Hayati, Sandy, Pauline, Sproetpoep, Adele, Geraldine - viva sisterhood!

Eternally grateful to learn from you on this journey and I endeavour to pay it forward.



All you need is relentless determination.

Dear Mr. Mandela,

I would have preferred to write you an old-fashioned letter on real paper but in this technological age I have no choice but to revert to an e-mail.
The fact that I currently live and work in Singapore certainly plays a role too. Then again, an E-mail is quite fitting as it shrinks distance, almost to the point of eliminating it.

In a way this is how I feel about your presence and influence in our country.
Mr. Mandela, you "shortened" the distance between the various groups in our country in so many wonderful ways.

The first time I heard of you was in 1990. As an Afrikaner schoolgirl of fourteen years old, I was ignorantly unaware of you.

At that time my mother recently moved us (my two younger brothers and I) from the Freestate to the town of Rustenburg. We lived in a small house next to the railway track and this is where I firsthand came to witness how deeply revered you are. On the day of your release every single train passing our brownstone house had people hanging from the windows. They were celebrating and waving banners with your smiling face on it. It was one huge party.

My interest was piqued and I read more about your life - at one stage stealing the neighbour's Sunday paper wedged into the fence as there was an entire feature about you.
Of course I could've asked the neighbour for the paper once he was done, but he had dogs. Vicious dogs!

Four years later the first free and fair election took place in South Africa and I voted for your party. You smiled down at me from an ANC voting poster taped to the corner streetlamp in front of our house. I must confess to taking the poster down late one evening after the elections. It was absolute bliss studying your photo up close, noticing the tiny moles and loving smile.

Fast forward a few years to 1997 - I'm working at the Johannesburg High Court's common room in the heart of the city. Our instructions were to cater for a high tea and deliver the treats to one of the Judge's chambers at the High Court. It was not an unusual request and after we set the area and headed back to the Common room we could detect some excitement in the air. The waiters and I quickly walked down to the area just beyond the entrance to the court and this is when we heard that you, Mr Mandela was on your way. I nearly fainted when I heard the news. If my memory serves me right someone actually did faint that day when you and your entourage entered the building. Madiba, you were so tall and so very regal. Your presence was calming to the point that a hush descended over all of us. We were just in awe. You were greeting some of us by hand and somehow I found myself in the front. I extended my hand and while looking into your eyes I felt the warmth of your hand as you acknowledged mine. It was all over in a split second but that moment will be in my heart untill it stops beating one day.

Mr. Mandela, I must confess that I smelled my hand afterwards. Not because I'm silly but because I like to involve all my senses in this world. Point is, my hand faintly smelled of vanilla and even today when I smell vanilla while baking a cake I have a flashback of your gentle eyes.

And that memory makes me very happy indeed.

It took me a number of years to realise just how important moments of happiness are in this world. Not only because these moments are fleeting by nature but mainly due to its rippling effect to spread joy and love to others.
I'm busy with a mini-project of documenting the happy moments of those near and dear to me. And that would include you, Madiba.

The project does not have a name, yet (maybe that is why I call it a mini-project).
All it involves is tracing your hand's outline on a piece of paper and plotting/illustrating/writing about what gives you joy.

A good friend of mine, an Austrian lady teaching Yoga in Hong Kong agreed to share hers as an example. Please see Monika's hand enclosed. I am priviliged to be surrounded by a number of inspirational people as I'm sure you'll gather from Monika's art.

Madiba, I've been carrying this letter in my heart for a while - I hope it finds you well and happy.

With deepest gratitude,

Juria Maree

Against all odds.

Plopping myself down on a dainty chair I try to catch my breath after climbing up the steep and narrow staircase to the rooftop. It is only after rambling through my bag for my sunglasses and shifting them onto the bridge of my nose that I’m able to take in the magnificent sight in front of me – the Boudhanath Stupa in Kathmandu with the early morning sunlight reflecting of it in it’s full glory. A splendid sight. Do yourself a favour and Google the Boudhanath if you are not familiar with it.

I order an espresso from the waitress and as I listen to her footsteps descending down the staircase I’m surprised to realize it is only nine in the morning. So early and what a full day it’s been thus far. As if on cue Buddhist monks from the nearby monastery starts chanting the mantra “Om mane padme hum” and in those few intimate moments with only my thoughts everything is vague and yet clear.

As my mind goes back to the Home for disabled children where we are volunteering I’m struck by the realization that I witnessed something extraordinary earlier that morning.

Allow me to paint the scene - for the duration of our stay we would walk at the crack of dawn from the family-run guesthouse to the children’s home. A good twenty-minute walk from the valley up towards a hill. Just far enough for one to be slightly flushed upon reaching the Home’s big iron gate. We would then spend the next two hours helping the kids get ready for school, reading the paper with them or just chat about those things that connect us all – this would normally be sport related. Mostly Soccer/Football in that neck of the woods.

This particular morning, the kids could go play, as it was a public holiday. The boys grabbed a soccer ball and set of for a field next to the school. I was reading the daily paper with some of the girls and after an hour or so decided to follow the sound of the excited shrieks and constant dialogue to the adjacent field.

The area could hardly be called a soccer pitch – for one, the boys shared the space with some wandering cows. Secondly, the supporters watching from the sidelines did not make it easier either. Every now and then one of them would be overcome by such a huge degree of enthusiasm that they would have no choice but to jump in to join the fun, if only for a minute or two. After loud protesting from the actual players the spectator would sheepishly return to his sideline post with a huge grin plastered on his face. Unbelievably entertaining to watch.

What caught my attention though was a boy called Shree chasing after the ball with tremendous energy. The day before, I spent time reading the paper with him and learned he suffered from polio as an infant. Crutch and all he was tearing up the field. Shree was literally all over the place – chase, defend, kick…and repeat again. What an extraordinary display of passion it was. I felt privileged being able to watch him work his magic that morning on the pitch.

The rich smell of coffee brought my wandering mind back to the rooftop as the waitress carefully placed the cup on the table. Looking into the painted eyes on the stupa I found myself hoping…hoping to take a wee bit of Shree’s passion with me when I return to my everyday life in Singapore.